He sat down and his attention went from me to something else. Or should I say someone else. I turned my head to see the frazzled woman rushing to the visitation table with snacks. The nigga she was visiting didn’t even seem grateful that she was there. He was more concerned with the snacks she had put onto the table. I looked back at Capp and his eyes were trained on her. “You know shorty?” “Nah,” he replied, still never taking his eyes from her.
capp eyeing alaia down
